✨ Lissie’s POV — When Vex Walks Into My Head Again ✨

I don’t know what’s happening to me these days.

The moment I try to focus on anything — homework, chores, even just scrolling my phone — his face somehow pops into my mind. And boom, concentration gone. Completely gone.

It’s stupid, honestly. One second I’m normal, and the next my heart is thumping so loudly I’m scared someone else might hear it.

Whenever Vex walks into a room, it feels like the air changes.

I feel it before I even see him — that tiny electric jolt under my skin, like my heartbeat skips and then races to catch up. My palms go warm, my breathing gets messy, and I suddenly can’t remember how to act like a decent human.

It’s embarrassing.

I’ll be pretending to study, and all it takes is his voice in the hallway — that calm, confident tone — and my brain just melts. I catch myself staring sometimes, and then quickly look away like I wasn’t doing anything.

But inside? I’m screaming at myself to stay normal.

And when he talks to me…

God.

One “Hey, you good?” and my whole system glitches. I try to reply normally, but my voice goes soft, and my thoughts scatter like a dropped deck of cards. I’m sure he notices the way I play with my fingers or look anywhere except directly at him.

It feels like my heart starts running a marathon whenever he smiles at me.

Like there’s something racing inside me that I can’t switch off.

And no matter how much I try to focus…

my mind keeps drifting back to him.

✨ Vex’s POV — When Lissie Throws My Balance Off ✨

I swear I used to be a perfectly stable person.

Calm. Collected. Focused.

And then Lissie started looking at me with those wide, distracted eyes — the kind where she pretends she’s not staring and yet somehow still is — and suddenly my whole composure started slipping.

Whenever she’s around, I feel this weird pull in my chest.

I try to ignore it, act normal, but it’s impossible. She could be doing the most ordinary thing — tying her hair, tapping her pen, pushing her glasses up — and I lose track of what I was thinking.

The funny thing is, she thinks she hides her reactions well.

She doesn’t.

I notice the way she goes quiet when I walk into the room, the slight panic in her eyes like she just forgot how functioning works. The way her fingers fiddle with anything they can find. The way her cheeks warm up when I ask if she’s okay.

And that… does things to me.

Every time she looks away shyly, my heartbeat picks up just a little. When she brushes past me, even by accident, it feels like static rushing across my skin.

It’s stupid, but sometimes I catch myself watching her — just to see what expression she makes next.

And then I pretend I wasn’t.

She makes me nervous in a way I’m not used to.

Like I’ll say something normal and suddenly worry if it sounded too sharp, too soft, too anything. My mind goes blank around her more than I’d like to admit.

She thinks she’s the only one losing focus.

She has no idea that I’m fighting the same battle.

Every time she glances at me, my pulse jumps.

Every time she smiles, something warm hits me straight in the chest.

And honestly?

I’m scared one day she’ll realize just how much she affects me.

Because it’s getting harder and harder to pretend I’m unaffected…

when the truth is, Lissie makes my whole world shift a little.

:

It was supposed to be a normal school day.

Supposed to be.

But no — destiny, fate, or maybe just the useless old classroom door had different plans.

🕒 After School — Lissie’s POV

I only stayed back because I forgot my notebook.

Who forgets their own notebook?

Me. Obviously me.

I grabbed it, turned to leave… and froze.

Vex was standing right at the door, leaning against the wall with that I-don’t-care-but-I-kind-of-do expression.

“Forgot something?” he asked.

“Yes. My brain,” I wanted to say.

But instead I muttered, “Notebook.”

He nodded like he came for the same reason, and we both reached the door at the same time.

He pulled it.

It didn’t move.

He pulled harder.

The door made a noise like a dying crow and then stayed exactly where it was.

From somewhere in the corridor, we heard the security siren:

SCHOOL LOCKDOWN FOR MAINTENANCE — DOORS SEALED.

I looked at Vex.

He looked at me.

We both said the same thing:

“You have GOT to be kidding me.”

🕒 One hour later — Vex’s POV

I swear I’m a patient person.

But Lissie?

She had started pacing the room like a trapped kitten.

“It’s fine,” I said. “They’ll open the gates in the morning.”

Her eyes widened dramatically. “MORNING? Like… morning-morning?”

“No, Lissie,” I said. “Morning-afternoon. We skip time now.”

She glared at me.

I smirked.

She threw a chalk at my head.

It bounced off harmlessly, but she still looked proud.

🕒 Two hours later — Lissie’s POV

We tried to pass time.

Vex tried to sit quietly like a normal human.

I… did not.

I touched everything.

I sat on desks.

I opened drawers.

At one point, I found a giant cardboard globe and put it on my head.

Vex looked up from his phone, stared for three seconds, then said:

“…Are you okay?”

“No,” I said dramatically. “I am one with the Earth.”

He facepalmed.

🕒 Four hours later — Vex’s POV

She got bored.

And when Lissie gets bored, she gets ideas.

Terrible ones.

“Let’s play truth or dare!” she said.

“No.”

“Truth or dare!”

“No.”

“Truth or dare—”

“Lissie.”

“What?”

“We are not doing truth or dare.”

She huffed, crossed her arms, sat sideways on a chair like a rebellious child, and said:

“Fine. Then I’ll interview you.”

“Interview me?”

“Yes,” she said, grabbing a duster like a microphone. “Sir Vexington the Third, tell me, why is your face like that?”

I choked.

She cackled.

🕒 Middle of the Night — Lissie’s POV

We eventually got tired of annoying each other.

Well… I got tired.

Vex had already been tired since the second hour.

I sat near the window, hugging my knees, pretending I wasn’t cold.

He walked over silently and dropped his hoodie on my lap.

I blinked. “What’s this?”

“Warmth,” he said. “Use it.”

My heart started doing that annoying jumpy thing again.

I whispered, “Thanks.”

Then we sat on the floor, backs against the wall, staring at the moonlit courtyard like two kids who accidentally got left behind on a school trip.

🕒 Morning — Vex’s POV

The doors finally unlocked.

We stood outside the school, hair messy, clothes rumpled, both looking like we’d survived a mild natural disaster.

Lissie stretched dramatically.

“It wasn’t that bad.”

“Lissie,” I said, dead serious, “you put a globe on your head.”

She grinned. “And you survived.”

“…Barely.”

We walked home side by side, silently agreeing on one thing:

Never telling anyone.

Ever.

Because honestly?

It was embarrassing.

And kinda fun.